Date: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 06:10:05 -0700
From: Db Byron
Subject: Dipsticks Part Four M/b Incest
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Chapter Four: "Jack'n Lanterns and Poke'n Pumpkins"
It was just after closing time on Halloween night as I made my rounds,
picking up empty glasses from the tables out on the patio. It felt good to
be outside in the fresh air, after spending the last few hours cooped up
behind the counter. Business had really picked up the last few days and
although I was enjoying the extra tips I'd been getting; I needed the break
between shifts to clear my head.
It had only been a few weeks since the incident with the homeless boy, that
nearly shot me and I was still feeling shaken up by it. I'd even begun
carrying my revolver in a holster on my side during working hours.
Something that I really didn't much care for. However, I wasn't about to
leave it in my truck again after what had happened.
I was glad to have been spared my life that night and felt lucky to be
working with people who were understanding of my lack of experience with
the little hoodlums across the street. Indeed, I'd learned a lesson that
night. A scared boy is like a wounded animal. They'll strike out at
anyone, regardless of your kind intentions.
I never imagined that a scared little boy could make one's life pass before
their eyes but he'd certainly done it to me. As I turned around and looked
through the metal fencing of the patio, which had been decorated with thick
artificial spider-webbing; To see my old truck sitting in the parking lot
just outside, I felt a shiver. The sounds of the gun shot and windshield
shatter from that night, echoed in my head. They were sounds I hadn't yet
forgotten and I didn't know if I ever would.
That very thought, combined with the cold night air blowing against my
skin, gave me goosebumps. I remember thinking, I'd really wished I'd worn
a long sleeve shirt, instead of the black tank top and jeans I had on.
Even if they did look good on me, it was getting too cold out for them. I
took a deep breath and inhaled the cold night air as I tried to clear my
thoughts but no matter how hard I tried, they kept creeping back into my
conscious.
I know it sounds crazy but I couldn't shake the guilty feeling I felt for
what happened to the boy after he'd fired off a shot at me. I might have
learned my lesson that night and only paid for it with a busted windshield
but the homeless boy paid for his actions with his tiny bare ass.
For that night, Roger and a few of the men chased the boy down and dragged
him, kicking and screaming into the men's room at the bar. There they took
up a collection to help pay for the damage the boy had done. At first,
seemingly out of the kindness of their hearts. If only that had been true,
I might have felt better about it. Of course, kindness is one thing the
men who frequent Dipsticks lack in large quantities.
However, what they lack, they make up for with an unending, sadistic,
craving for merciless sex. Something the homeless boy found out as he
cried and begged, while being raped by a dozen or so filthy men on the
men's room floor. Those helpless cries were now echoing in my head as I
picked up the last glass from a table on the patio.
As I carried the empty glasses in my hands and approached the side door to
the main room, the door swung open. Then Nathan stepped out and held the
door open for me as walked back inside. He had changed outfits from what
he'd been wearing during regular hours. He now had black fishnet stockings
laced up both his legs and black cloves on his hands with a matching black
mask, which covered just his eyes.
Naturally, in keeping with the Halloween spirit, he also had on a
pumpkin-orange speedo.
"So what are you suppose to be?" I asked with a grin as I carried the
empty glasses over to the counter.
"I'm pumpkin spice." He replied, "A little naughty and a little nice, all
for one low price."
He smiled proudly as he recited his clever rhyme. Which I thought sounded
more like a sales jingle.
"Hmm... Really now?" I asked, "What is the going rate these days, for a
slice of your pumpkin pie?"
He thought for a moment and then replied, "'Bout a hundred."
My eyes widened as I heard his answer. Though it was nice to hear that
he'd finally come up on his fares, I had a feeling with prices like that
and knowing his target clientele, the boy had probably just priced himself
out of the market.
I whistled and asked, "That much, huh? Well, what about I carve a hole in
one of those pumpkins over there and you hold it while I fuck it? How much
will that cost me?"
He turned around and looked at the decorative pumpkins setting in the
corner of the room by the front door, on top of two small hay bales.
Then he turned back to be and gave me a disgusted look as he said, "Oh,
that's just nasty..."
"Yeah... But you have to admit, you're thinking about trying it now
ain'tcha?" I asked with a smile.
To that, he stuck his tongue out at me and smiled. It was great to have
someone like Nathan around to pick on and have fun with at work. He made
the time pass by faster and even though he was just a teenager, he had
street smarts that made him seem a bit older and wiser than he really was.
Something that I found to be an endearing quality about him.
He climbed up on the counter and sat down with his legs over the side and
his feet on one of the bar stools. I watched him as I began washing the
empty glasses in the sink behind the counter and he played with his smart
phone. After a few minutes, I heard the Michael Jackson song Thriller,
fill the air as he played it on his phone.
He started bobbing his head to the music and it wasn't long before he'd
stood up on the counter and began to dance. The stereo in the bar was off
at the time, so his music was the only thing playing. After I'd dried the
glasses and put them away, I noticed he'd set his phone down at his feet
and was watching the Thriller video as he tried to mimic the movements to
the dance.
I smiled and came around the counter to wipe down the tables in the main
room and dust off the billiards table. As I went about cleaning things up,
in preparations for the after hours crowd; I found myself dancing to the
song as well. Without even thinking about it, I was apparently doing a
good job of reenacting the moves. Because the next thing I knew, Nathan
was yelling at me across the room.
"Hey!? How you learn to do that?" He asked.
I stopped, turned around to face him and replied, "Um, I don't know. I
guess maybe it helps that I remember watching that video a lot when I was a
kid."
"Really?" He asked.
"Yup." I replied as I closed the blinds and locked the front door, "I use
to watch it with my Dad and James every Halloween, when we were growing up.
We'd come back home from trick or treating and watch movies and stuff until
the sun came up."
"Sounds like fun." He said, "You're family doing anything like that this
year?"
"This year they're spending Halloween at the Blue Crane Nudist Community."
I replied as I walked back over to him at the counter.
"Ya'll is really nudists?" He asked as he sat down on the counter again.
I smiled and replied, "Yeah. We're naked pretty much all the time,
especially at home."
"No wonder you ain't as horny as the rest of the guys around here. Ya'll
probably fuck 24/7 at your house." He said.
"Wouldn't you like to know." I said as I ran my hand up his leg and inner
thigh.
He smiled and spread his legs wider for me. Just as I was about to feel up
his crotch, we heard the side door open and we both looked over. He
brushed my hand away as we both watched Roger come inside. He was dressed
in his usual jeans and t-shirt as he walked in to join us but he also had
two plastic pails in his hands, which were filled with candy.
He set one down on the counter and walked over to the billiards table to
set the other one down. Then he made a quick check of the room with his
eyes to make sure the place was ready for after hours. Nathan and I
watched him as he checked the place out and slowly made his way back over
to us. He eventually stopped at the counter and looked down at Nathan's
phone.
"I thought I gave you a Halloween mix CD to play?" He asked Nathan.
The kid perked up and replied, "Oh yeah, you did. I forgot."
With that, he hopped down from the counter and stepped around to the
stereo. He turned it on, picked up the CD that was laying beside it and
put it in. Eery sound effects and music started to play as he made his way
back around the counter. Roger stepped over to the light switches on the
wall and dimmed the lights.
"That's better." Roger said as he walked back by us.
I looked around for a minute and took in the sights and sounds of the room.
It was much creepier with the ambient music and sound effects playing with
the darker lighting. As if that wasn't enough to set the mood, Roger
walked into the men's room and turned on a small strobe light. The bright
flashes of the strobing light, filled the small room and cast a bright glow
out through the doorway and out onto the floor.
Then he came back out of the men's room and grabbed a chair from one of the
tables along the wall. He brought it into the men's room and set it just
inside the doorway, in front of the trough toilet. Nathan and I looked at
each other confused by the placement of the chair but we also knew that
Roger always seemed to have some master plan for what he was doing.
While we watched and waited, I reached into the pail on he counter and
picked out a piece of candy to eat. I unwrapped it and popped in my mouth,
just about the time we heard the rumble of a semi-truck come driving up
outside. I looked towards the front door and watched as the light from the
street lights was blocked out. Then the sound of air breaks being released
echoed through the building.
It was clear, that the semi-truck had parked just outside the front doors.
Something that no one generally did. Roger didn't seem too happy about it
as he made his way over to the front door, unlocked it and pulled it open.
I watched intently to see who it would be and was surprised to see Jeff
come into view as the door swung open.
He was dressed in a plaid shirt, ripped jeans and a big cowboy hat.
"I hope it's alright for me to park there." Jeff said, "I don't usually
have the trailer with me but I got stuck with it tonight."
Roger shook his head with frustration and replied, "I'd prefer it if you
parked around back, but... There really ain't enough room back there for a
truck and trailer."
"That's what I'm say'n." Jeff said, "If it means anything, it helps block
the view of the place. In case ya'll get extra freaky tonight."
Roger stuck his head out the door and looked around. I think he knew Jeff
had a good point. The truck and trailer almost completely blocked the view
of the bar from the road. In fact, he'd even blocked my truck in the
parking lot. I would have asked him to move it but I knew he probably
wouldn't stay later than me.
Jeff had slowly started to become a regular at Dipsticks. Which was both
exciting, since I knew him and also a little weird. Because he'd always
struck me as a nice guy, who was afraid to get mixed in with the wrong
crowd. At least when it came to young boys and sex. However, it appeared
that after his encounter with my Son Jacob and his Uncle James, Jeff's
outlook on the young sex had totally changed.
He'd been coming in every night after closing and spending several hours at
the bar. Most of that time though he stayed in the men's room. Which
seemed to be his preferred stalking ground. I'd seen the way he tried to
force himself on Nathan in there before and he was also one of the men
who'd joined in on the gang-rape of the homeless boy, that had shot out my
windshield.
So if anything, Jeff was turning into a sexual deviant, who definitely fit
in at Dipsticks. Roger invited him in and locked the door behind him. The
two men walked over to the counter and Jeff walked right up to Nathan.
He reached his hand out, pinched the kid's right nipple and said, "Who are
you suppose to be, boy? Jack the pumpkin king?"
"Ahh!" Nathan yelped as the man pinched his nipple hard and replied, "I'm
pumpkin spice! Now let go!"
"Mmmmmm. Maybe later I'll give you a lick. I bet you taste real nice."
Jeff said as he released his grip on the kid's nipple.
Nathan rubbed the pain away from his nipple and hopped back up on the
counter. I walked back around the counter to my usual spot and asked Jeff
he wanted a drink or anything. He said he was alright for now and reached
into the pail on the counter to get him a piece of candy. As he unwrapped
and ate the candy, he turned to Roger.
"So, where's that little entertainer you mentioned the other night?" Jeff
asked with a wink.
Nathan and I looked at each other confused for the second time as we tried
to figure out who Jeff was referring to. Before giving him an answer,
Roger reached into the pail on the counter and took a handful of candy. He
shoved the candy into his left front pocket and then grabbed a second
handful.
He shoved those pieces into his right front pocket and replied, "He's
running late but he'll be here."
"I sure hope so. I've got a three day load saved up for him." Jeff said.
"I had a feeling you'd say something like that. That's why I was planning
to get us an extra one from next door." Roger said, "You can come with and
help pick him out if you want."
Jeff smiled and said, "Hell yeah, I'm up for some window shopping."
With that, Roger patted Nathan on the leg and said, "Mind the shop till we
get back."
Nathan nodded his head and Roger lead Jeff to the side door. As he pushed
the door open, he turned and motioned for me to come along.
"Oh, me too?" I asked.
"Well, yeah. You're the only one of us who has queers of his own. We
might could used your help with picking out a ripe one." Roger said.
The way he talked about boys as if they were nothing more than objects,
always amazed me. Of course, I found myself breaking a smile just
listening to him. I patted Nathan on the back as I left my spot behind the
counter and followed the men outside to the patio.
We made our way through the patio and over to the front gate. Which Roger
pushed open and the three of us started across the street. The street
lights were shining down on us as we passed under them and into the parking
lot of the gas station. It was then, that I could see several large
cardboard boxes were scattered along the sidewalk, just under the awning of
the building. It was dark and difficult to see but I could tell there were
definitely people hiding inside the boxes.
Roger stepped closer, removed the candy from his pockets and tossed it out
onto the ground in front of the boxes. Almost like hungry kittens, boys of
all ages came out of the boxes to gather up the candy. They grabbed what
they could and rushed back to the safety of their boxes. It was really
heart breaking to see them in such dyer straights.
It only got sadder, when we saw one little boy begin to cry. Because one
of the other boys had snatched the last piece of candy out of his hands.
He looked at us with tears in his eyes and it was more than enough to pull
at my heart strings.
Roger must have noticed, because he stepped over to me and said under his
breath, "Don't go getting attached. Remember, they're only good for one
thing."
I caught myself, before I could tear up and cleared my throat. I felt
sorry for the boy but I knew I couldn't save the world. I watched as Roger
handed Jeff a small candy bar to offer the boy and the man knelt down to
give it to him. The candy laid in the palm of his hand as he reached out
to the boy.
"It's ok, here you go." Jeff said softly.
The boy sniffled and cautiously took the offering from the man's hand. He
quickly pealed the wrapper open and took a bite. I could tell he was
really hungry and I wished I could give him all the food in the world. As
he ate, Roger moved in closer and knelt down behind the boy.
"What do you think gentlemen? Have we found our boy?" Roger asked.
Suddenly, there were whispers from the other boys hiding in the darkness as
the little boy finished the candy bar and licked his fingers. I couldn't
make out what they were saying as it almost sounded like a totally
different language. Jeff ran his hand over the boy's face and rustled his
hair. Which in the near darkness appeared to be reddish in color but I
wasn't sure.
"He's hungry enough." Jeff said as the boy licked his little fingers
clean.
Roger put his hand on the boy's back and said, "There's more where that
came from... If you want it."
The boy turned to look at Roger and asked, "I can have more?"
"You sure can." Roger replied, "But it's gonna cost you."
"I have no money." The boy said softly.
"That's alright. We can work it out another way." Roger said as he moved
his hand down and grabbed the boy's ass.
As the boy turned back to look at Jeff and I, I expected him to have a
scared look on his face but he didn't look scared at all. It was more as
though he was truly contemplating the offer being made. It was obvious
that he'd seen this sort of transaction take place there before and was
mulling over his options.
"We've got lots for you to suck on." Jeff said, "Lots of protein."
"I don't know..." The boy said with a whimper.
Just then, some of the other boy's spoke up. They're voices filled the
night air as they encouraged the boy.
"Don't be a pussy! You can trust them!" One said.
"Then why don't ya'll go instead!?" The boy replied as he turned toward
the boxes.
"Cause we don't want them sweetie. We want you." Roger said as he groped
the boy's tiny ass through his dirty clothes.
"Just go for it!" A second boy said.
"Go and bring us back something good!" Another said.
"Your little friends are counting on you." Jeff said, "Come with us and
we'll make sure you bring back enough for all of them."
The boy looked at Jeff with soulful little eyes, lowered his head and
nodded slowly. With that, Jeff put his arms around the boy and picked him
up. He carried him over to me as Roger tossed the last of the candy from
his pockets onto the ground behind them. Then he followed Jeff as the
other boy's scurried around in the darkness and gathered up the candy.
"What do you think, Mark?" Roger asked.
I shrugged my shoulders as I was at a loss for words. What could I really
say? Picking up a boy off the street for sex was out of my league. I
figured all I could do was go with the flow and try not to voice an
opposing opinion. Roger patted me on the back as we followed Jeff and the
boy back out of the gas station parking lot.
"I think he's a pretty one. Just pretty enough to fuck the shit out of."
Roger said loud enough for the boy to hear as the group of us made our way
back across the street to the bar.
As we neared the gate to the patio, I got ahead of Jeff to pull it open for
him and he stepped through. Then I walked in and Roger followed me. He
stopped for a minute to lock the gate as I pulled open the side door and
Jeff carried the boy into the main room of the bar.
He sat the boy on the edge of the billiards table in the middle of the
room, while I stepped behind the counter and poured a cup of soda for the
boy. Then I walked it over to him and handed him the cup as Jeff took a
step back and admired the little fella. He was a pretty little boy, even
with the dirt on his face and filthy clothes on his back. He couldn't have
been more than 9 or 10 years old and had the curliest red hair.
He looked around the room nervously as he gulped down the drink and let out
a burp.
"Thirsty, huh?" Jeff asked with a grin.
The boy nodded his head and I took the empty cup from his hand to refill
it.
As I walked back to the counter I heard Jeff say, "You're gonna get your
fill tonight, boy."
Nathan sat there on the counter quietly watching as I poured more soda into
the cup and returned to hand it back to the boy. Just as I handed him the
cup, I heard the side door open. The boy drank the soda as I turned around
and saw Roger coming inside. He came in carrying two bags of candy, which
he set on the billiards table for the boy to see. His little eyes lit up
as he stared at the bags and Roger looked down at him.
"I can have it all?" The boy asked excitedly as he set down the empty cup.
"You sure can." Roger replied, "But first, we're gonna have us some fun
with you."
The boy looked at Roger as the man reached out and started to unbutton his
dirty, torn, little shirt. I watched as Roger unbuttoned it slowly, until
it practically fell off the boy. Then he tossed the shirt onto the floor
and ran his hand over the boy's chest.
He was a skinny little boy with freckles mixed in amongst the dirt that
covered him. He had a hairless but dirty little chest with tiny
hard/pointed nipples and a tiny belly-button that stuck out.
"Don't let us have all the fun, get over here." Roger said as he motioned
for me to join him in touching the boy.
I stepped closer and reached out to him, feeling his tiny nipples as Jeff
put his hand on the button of the boy's pants. Then he unbuttoned his
filthy little pants and pulled them down. He didn't have anything on
underneath and I could tell by the caked-on trails of dirt on him, that he
hadn't had a bath in quite some time.
Roger yanked his pants down and off of him, allowing them to fall to the
floor. Then he spread the boy's legs to reveal his tiny 2" uncut cocklet.
It was filthy but nice and hairless smooth. The boy trembled as Roger
touched it.
"Look at that tiny little thing." Roger said.
"I've never seen one so small." Jeff said.
"What'cha think, James?" Roger asked as he turned to me.
Feeling as though I couldn't go all night dodging questions, I replied,
"Maybe he makes up for it in the back?"
"Mmmmmm! Let's find out, shall we?" Roger said.
He laid the boy back on the table and he and Jeff together, rolled him onto
his stomach. He reached out his arms across the table as his laid bent
over with his little legs hanging down over the side. I could hear the boy
breathe faster and I knew he was getting scared. His body was trembling as
the men released their grip on him and admired his tiny bare ass, bent over
in front of them.
Jeff spread the boy's tiny ass cheeks and ran his hand between them. The
boy squirmed but he stayed in position. What happened next kind of took me
by surprise.
Roger turned to Nathan and said, "Bring me some of that rope from under the
counter."
I turned and watched as Nathan hopped down and went behind the counter.
His head popped back up as he found the rope and came around the counter to
bring it to us. It was a thin orange colored plastic rope on a spool. He
handed it to Roger, who used it to tie the boy's hands together. Then he
handed the spool back to Nathan and the kid crawled under the table with
it.
He emerged on the other side and handed it back to Roger, who then
proceeded to tie the boy's legs together. It wasn't long before the poor
boy had been pretty much hogtied to the billiards table. With him now
unable to move his hands or feet, Roger pulled two markers from his pocket,
one black and one orange, and handed them to Jeff.
"Assuming you can draw, you can do the honors." Roger said.
Jeff rolled his eyes and said, "Hell yeah, I can draw lips on a pigs ass."
Before he even get started Roger snatched the markers out of his hand and
handed them to me.
"On second thought, can you draw?" Roger asked and he rolled his eyes at
Jeff.
"Um, yeah. I guess so. What am I drawing?" I replied.
"A jack-o-lantern. Give it a nice smile." Roger said, "I want it smiling
at every big fucking dick that gets ready to mount this little queer."
With that, I took a deep breath and knelt down behind the boy. As the tip
of the orange marker touched his soft ass cheeks he wiggled and I could
hear him whimpering. It didn't take me long to draw a jack-o-lantern on
the boy's tiny ass and I was honestly feeling pretty proud of my drawing
skills.
That is until I heard the sound of Jeff's pants zipper being pulled down.
I looked over and laid eyes on his 8" cut dick as it emerged from his
pants. I stood up and stepped back, allowing him to move in behind the
boy.
But before he could mount him, Roger said, "Hold on damn it. Don't be in
such a fucking hurry. Give the ink time to dry. The last thing he needs
is a smeared face on his ass. Besides, it ain't like he's going anywhere."
Jeff backed up and said, "Damn you and your cock-blocking. I'm horny as
fuck!"
Roger shook his head and motioned for Nathan to come closer as he said,
"Get on your knees and take care of that, will ya."
"What? For free?" Nathan replied in shock.
Jeff looked at the kid as he slowly stroked his dick and said, "Don't
bother. I'd rather jack my own lantern, than waste a load down your
overpriced throat, you little shit."
With that, Nathan gave him a dirty look and walked back to the counter. I
glanced over at Roger and I could tell he wasn't too impressed with their
bickering. However, it was just bickering. The two of them had been doing
it since they first met. But this night it seemed to really get under
Roger's skin. I can honestly say he seemed more frustrated than usual. It
seemed as though he was trying harder than ever to make the place just
right for his customers but he wasn't getting the cooperation he'd expected
from those two.
It was about that time, that we heard the ringing of the bell in the
backroom. Roger sighed as he made his way to the side door and stepped out
to the patio. I left Jeff standing there stroking his dick next to the boy
as I returned to my place behind the counter. I could tell from looking at
the clock on the wall, that it was getting close to after hours time.
Which also meant, that the Co-Owner of the bar would probably be arriving
sooner or later.
It wasn't long after that, that the side door opened again and a man
wearing a Darth Vader helmet came walking in. I wouldn't have known who it
was, if it hadn't of been for the black leather outfit he had on and the
little black boy on a leash down at his side.
"Hi, Bruno." I said greeting him and he nodded to me.
He walked over and set his boy 'Pup' down on the counter. The boy looked
adorable as he sat there on the counter, in all his nakedness. He had a
headband on with fluffy puppy dog ears attached to it and a rubber tail
sticking out of his butt. Which was apparently attached to a butt-plug.
He looked around the room curiously as Bruno reached into the pail on the
counter and handed him a piece of candy.
The boy sniffed it but waited until it was unwrapped for him, before he
finally ate it out of Bruno's hand.
Then Bruno patted him on the head and said in an extremely deep voice,
"Good Pup."
Pup licked his lips and smiled as he proudly sat up on his hands and knees.
I was so taken by the boy's adorableness that I'd nearly forgotten about
Jeff and the other boy. That is until I heard a cry fill the air. At
which point, I looked over and saw Jeff prying his hard dick into the
pumpkin boy's ass.
"Ahhhhhh!!!!" The boy cried and squirmed.
Jeff's patience had run out and he was in a hurry to get his dick up the
boy's asshole. He was forcing and prying at it pretty hard from the looks
of it. The more he forced, the more the boy cried but there was nowhere
for him to go. He was there to be fucked and that's what he was going to
get. It didn't take long before Bruno felt compelled to get a closer look
at the action.
He unleashed Pup and left him on the counter as he slowly made his way over
to Jeff and the boy. Nathan, Pup and I watched as Jeff finally managed to
get his swollen dick into the boy's ass and began working it in and out of
him. With this hands and feet tied, the boy had no choice but to take the
fucking and it seemed that Bruno was taking a special interest in seeing it
happen.
He stood beside Jeff and unbuttoned his leather pants. Then he pulled his
big black dick out and began stroking it as he watched the man violating
the boy. The screams were so loud that they quickly overtook the sound
effects and music playing over the speakers. Luckily, there was screaming
on the mix CD, which sounded eerily similar to the boy's own cries.
With Bruno distracted by the rape action, I reached into the pail on the
counter and pulled out two pieces of candy. One I unwrapped and ate but
the other I held in my hand. Pup looked over at me and motioned to the
candy in my hand with his eyes. I knew he wanted it and since Bruno was
busy, I figured I could probably give him a piece without upsetting him.
I unwrapped the candy and held it in my open hand for Pup, who sniffed it,
before taking it out of my hand with his teeth. He ate it and licked his
lips. Then he leaned over and licked my face. Which came as a surprise to
me.
"Good Pup." I said as he resumed his proud stance on the counter.
If there was one thing I could say about Pup, it was that he had certainly
been trained well. He was more like a puppy than a boy. Something that I
knew must have taken years of conditioning from his Master Bruno to
achieve. Although I didn't understand much about the slave and master
lifestyle, I respected it. I remember as I watched him sitting there, I
noticed his little rubber tail began to wag and all I could think was, 'How
the hell is he doing that?'
Before I had time to really consider the powerful anal muscles required to
make a butt-plug wiggle like that, my attention was drawn to the billiards
table again. Where Bruno had climbed up on the table and was actively
forcing his 7.5" uncut black dick into the mouth of the helpless boy. It
was quite a sight to see. Both men were having their way with him and it
looked as though they had no plans of stopping anytime soon.
The poor boy was going to earn his candy the hard way. I just hoped he'd
live to enjoy it. Because those two dicks were only to be the first of the
night for his little pumpkin butt. As it was about that time, that the
side door opened and the first crowds began to arrive. Several men came
walking in, each dressed in some kind of costume. Some intricate but
others simple and designed with easy access to their dicks in mind.
A few of them approached the counter and Nathan knew it was time to get his
ass in gear. He arose to his feet and started shaking his little ass for
them. Which wasn't the easiest thing to do, since the music playing didn't
really have a beat to it. So he eventually settled for some slow hip
gyrations and sexy facial expressions.
As I went about my duties, serving drinks, I continued to hear the echo of
the bell in the backroom. It rang so many times, that I began to think
that maybe Roger wasn't back there to answer the door. I wasn't the only
one who was starting to think that as Bruno came over to the counter and
asked me to go and check on things.
He took over for me behind the counter and I headed to the backroom. As
soon as I stepped out of the side door to the patio, I was met by several
bikers and other men who were just coming out of the side door at the other
end of the patio. They walked passed me and one at least one of them
slapped me on the ass. I turned around to see who they were but I couldn't
figure it out. So I continued on my way.
I walked through the side door and into the short hallway. Where I found
the door at the end was wide open and I could see the glow of the red light
inside. As I made my way into the dark, dingy room, I saw Roger standing
at the back fire exit door. He was holding it open for someone, who was
standing just outside.
I watched as a fat, gray haired man, came walking in carrying a young
Mexican boy in his arms. He was dressed in brown leather chaps, a long
sleeve shirt and a poncho. Roger invited him in and peeked around outside
real quick before pulling the door shut again and locking it. The man
carried the boy over to the small bed and laid him down on the dirty
mattress.
He was wearing sweatpants, a sweater and little cowboy boots. As I looked
at him, I could tell he was in a deep sleep, either by choice or the result
of being drugged.
Roger walked over to the man and shook his hand, "You're late. I was
starting to think you weren't gonna make it."
The man lifted off his poncho and tossed it onto the bed near the boy and
said, "Sorry to keep you waiting. I know how much you've been looking
forward to another one of these."
"Got yourself another fence fairy, do ya?" Roger asked.
"Indeed I do. Taking him home to live with his Grandmother, in Miami."
The man replied.
"Poor little thing's got a long way to go yet. Looks like he's plumb tired
out." Roger said as he reached down to the boy as he laid there on his
back sleeping.
Then I watched as Roger lifted the kids shirt up and examined his smooth
little stomach. I don't know how old he was but he didn't have a hair on
his belly.
Roger stepped closer to me and asked, "You don't mind wetbacks right?"
"They're alright, I guess." I replied, "You get a lot of them come through
here?"
"We never use to but since the Mexican invasion at the border, my buddy
here's been bringing them through pretty steady." Roger explained, "They
say they come looking for a better life. I say they just come to suck on
our American teat. Free healthcare, free food, free money. What kind of
bullshit is that, huh?"
"The rest of us gotta earn what we got. I think it's only fair we ask the
same of them." Roger continued, "They wanna send their kids unaccompanied
through the desert in hopes someone's gonna pick'em up. The coyotes do
just that. Pick'em up and take 'em to Grandma's house. They just happen
to make a pit stop along the way to sometimes."
The man nodded his head in agreement to what Roger was saying, while he
unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off. He had a big hairy belly on him
and tattoos on his arms. He took a minute to rub his belly as Roger
proceeded to undress the boy. I watched as he lifted the boy's sweater off
over his head and pulled his little cowboy boots off.
Then he pulled yanked on his sweatpants and pulled them off. It wasn't
long before they had the little guy completely naked on the bed and I could
see just how smooth his body was. Roger ran his hands up and down the
boy's chest and stomach as the man stepped closer and gently spread his
little legs. The boy had a tiny brown cocklet, that couldn't have been
more than 1" uncut.
Next I heard the man's pants zipper come down and I looked over just in
time to see him pull his dick out. It was about 6" cut and looked as
though it had been freshly pumped up with a penis pump. It was hanging low
and thick with swelled veins that traveled the entire length of the shaft.
He kicked off his shoes and finished removing his pants, before walking
over to the boy and picking him up.
He carried him over his shoulder and Roger reached over and spread the
boy's ass cheeks.
"I think it's time we gave them the entertainment they've been longing
for." Roger said as he rubbed the boy's tiny ass.
"MmmHmm." The man replied with a devilish grin.
With that, he lead the man and I back into the short hallway and out to the
patio. As we walked through the crowded patio, the men sitting at the
tables perked up and watched as we went by. We made our way into the main
room of the bar and Roger pulled the spool of plastic rope from his pocket
as he escorted the man into the men's room.
There the man sat the boy hunched over in the chair, that had been
strategically placed inside in order to offer everyone a good view of him.
Roger got the boy up on his knees in the chair and turned him around so
that his bare ass was facing the doorway. Then he hogtied him to the chair
and left him there for all to see.
It was a creepy sight to behold. A naked little Mexican boy on full
display, under the bright flashing light of the strobe light. Roger
stepped out of the men's room and looked around at the faces of the horny,
costumed men that had all come to Dipsticks for one thing. The one thing
they knew Roger could provide better than anyone else... Young boy's.
"Ain't no little queer gonna pass through here without first getting turned
out by some big fuck'n dick." Roger said to the crowd, "Am I right?"
The crowd of men cheered and applauded his words and he smiled proudly. I
think he knew he'd succeeded in bringing the men what they wanted and he
couldn't have been happier.
"Happy Halloween, you sick fucks. Enjoy yourselves!" He said as he
approached the counter and had a seat at a bar stool.
There he watched as the men gathered around the doorway to the men's room
to wait their turn at the fresh young ass on display. I joined him in
watching as I stood by the counter in awe of what I was seeing. The gray
haired man was the first to get him a piece of the boy's ass. He moved in
behind him and thrust his engorged dick into him without a shred of mercy.
To which, the boy let out a scream that could have shattered glass,
"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
It was so loud, that I flinched and squinted as it echoed through the room.
It sent shivers down my spine and I think I might have actually cried a
tear. It was painful enough to imagine such an engorged dick penetrating
such an unsuspecting victim. But to see it with my own eyes was almost too
much for me.
As the sound of blood curdling screams and ball slapping resonated in the
walls of the men's room, I had to avert my eyes. I just couldn't bare to
watch it. As I turned to look away, I felt someone lick my face. To my
surprise, Pup was sitting next to me on the counter and he'd licked the
tear from my cheek.
He smiled at me as I reached into the pail on the counter and picked out a
few pieces of candy. I unwrapped them and held them in my hand, without
even considering that Bruno was standing right behind the counter. He
stared at me from behind his Darth Vader mask and I felt my heart begin to
race.
However, before I could change my mind and withdraw my hand, I felt Pup
pick up one of the pieces of candy with his teeth. I watched him as he
happily ate it and licked his lips, before going back for another piece.
Soon he'd finished eating each piece and Bruno stepped up behind him.
I breathed deep and slow with nervous anticipation of what he might do or
say. Pup turned to him and wagged his little tail happily. Which I guess
must have been some sort of reassurance for Bruno. Because the man reached
down and took me by the hand. Then he placed my hand on Pup's back and
allowed me to pet him.
It felt strangely natural for it being something so unusual. As I pet the
boy, Bruno nodded to me and returned to his spot behind the counter. It
was a soulful reminder to me, that even with all the vicious, sadistic,
depraved things going on around us. There was still some love and kindness
in the world.
Even if it came from the most unexpected of those gathered on this night.
A night meant to scare the most innocent and vulnerable of us. Their
ability to defy that fear gave me hope. Hope that no matter how scared we
become, we won't lose ourselves to it. That we will rise above it and
emerge just as happy and trusting as a little Pup.
Then something happened that would forever change my impression of the boy;
He smiled at me and said in the softest, most innocent little voice I'd
ever heard, "Happy Halloween."
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